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Chapter 14: Who needs panties?

BLISS WATCHED IN FASCINATION and a touch of fashion horror. With a gentle flick of his wrist, Travis parted the delicate lace at her hip with the blade of his knife, never once coming close to her skin. She gasped and watched him do it again on the other side, until her panties were in bits and she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing.

"There we go," he muttered.

The knife went onto her nightstand while he pushed her thighs apart, crawling up onto the bed.

"You just..."

"I did." He kissed her inner thigh.

She fought the urge to cover herself, but it was a bit too late for that. Besides, her subconscious knew exactly what she wanted. Her lungs burned, needing oxygen, but she couldn't move a muscle.

Travis traced a winding path from her knee to the other leg and back and forth on either thigh. She'd never been so grateful to Wendy for those nightmare waxing trips they went on every so often. Stray hairs were the least of her worries.

He kissed her mound, and her breath rushe
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